Thought about calling
But I told myself,
Little lies we tell ourselves
To make it through
Thoughts I’ve had
Places I’ve been
Conversations in my head
Beneath my breath
Quietly looking at a sunset somewhere
Or a new sun rising
The moon shape shifts through another month of black velvet curtains
It’ll go away again
And the world will keep turning
As it always does
*and there are phone calls that I should make but I get lost in a crash of overthinking; so the days spin out, weaving walls between family members that become too difficult, too awkward to crawl over.
15 thoughts on “Sotto Voice”
Beautiful words!! ❤️
Thanks Melanie 😊
Oh I love this Kate!
As for me the phone rings often and I talk… sigh.. lol. but there are so many i do want to talk to but time is finite. 💖💖💖
It is finite and the days fill up so quickly – full of minutes and opportunities that go uncaptured. I procrastinate, badly.
it happens my friend! 💖
rain and construction
get in my walk way
tomorrow and today
I can’t figure out what’s going on in that photo and it’s bugging me.
I can very much relate ❤️
I understand this so very much, Kate. I love how you can capture in words what so many of us can understand. Xoxo 💛🤗
Thanks Karla – it helps me to capture certain emotions as they occur so that I can give them
words for wings and set them free of my internal system. 🦅 💫
OMW. It frightens me that is so me.
By the way your comments keeps going into my spam.
I wonder why.
Hmm I’m not sure Granny, WordPress is a bit glitchy at times, which reminds me I should probably check my comments to ensure there aren’t some sitting there too.
Beautiful poem and beautiful photo.
Tha is Kally